A kinder less stabby me
It has come to my attention that I might be the teensy, tiniest bit crude when I'm around people, perhaps to a level that is SHOVE A GIANT DILDO MADE OUT OF DRIFTWOOD AND SIX INCH SCREWS INTO YOUR EYE SOCKET perhaps a little too much for the public sphere. You know what it is? It's this friendliness we've talked about. When I was still a strapping young lad, busting caps and taking names.....or more likely.....listening to hardcore in my room and wishing someone loved me<---hah ohhh man, those people that liked me had a pretty high opinion, I was always polite, truthful and helpful. But once I get in a good mood, well shit, I just spout crazy until my foot gets lodged in my throat. There is a direct connection to me going through a period of self-loathing and everyone giving me icecream and australian handshakes to when I try to be friendly and outgoing and end up just shitting in someone's mouth while they sleep. So what's the plan? That's right, be less friendly. I don't need new friends, all my old friends work out just fine, and they've already worked a pretty keen ass groove that I can't really expect someone else to fit. So fuck you new kids, I'm not even going to try anymore.
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